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Chapter 2
Hermione sighed as she buckled her seatbelt for the descent, ignoring the appreciative looks from men and jealous glares of women around her. She had first wanted to apparate to her new home, having realized that she was still fully capable of magic even after her transition, however, Kingsley believed that it would be best to go the muggle way so that she could get used to reducing the amount of magic she used. Since she was moving to a muggle community, he did not want Hermione to rely so heavily on magic and especially apparition. It had been approximately two weeks since her turning into a vampire and those two weeks were spent in preparation for this moment. During those 15 days, 7 hours, and 21 minutes before her boarding of the plane (she had counted), she had only once left the sanctuary that was Grimmauld Place and that one visit to Diagon Ally made sure she never made the mistake to leave again. It also led her to actually look forward to leaving somewhat, but the feeling quickly passed. Now, she was only filled with dread.
After her turning into a vampire, everyone made sure to comply to her every wish as well as make sure she never left 12 Grimmauld Place, "for fear that there would be trouble," they said. However, Hermione knew the real reason. The day after her transition, she had been asked if she wished to find her parents and return their memory. If she weren't a vampire, Hermione would have readily agreed, but she was a vampire so she wished to leave her parents as they were. She did not wish to bestow the weight of knowing that their own daughter was in a war as well as turned into a vampire on their shoulders. Therefore, Hermione never saw her parents and since that day, all of those around her were feeling pity for her. So in her own form of "rebellion", as she called it, which was really her way of distracting herself from the pain, she snuck out, which wasn't all too hard for a vampire such as herself. With her face hidden from view by the hood of her cloak, she visited a very small bookstore at the far end of Diagon Ally which was barely occupied, just to be on the safe side, and it was books galore for her! However, it wasn't until she visited Honeydukes, after realizing that she had run out of blood pops, when trouble arose. Within seconds of entering the shop, a child began pulling on her cloak, causing Hermione to be exposed. The adults around her were mortified to see that Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age, had become a vampire. Some ran, others yelled profanities at her, telling her to get away from their children, and others only glared. It was because of this incident that she never left Grimmauld again in those two weeks.
Hermione gave another sigh before reaching for a blood pop in her purse and sticking it in her mouth. With her amazing control over her bloodlust, she found that she was able to survive off of blood pops alone and found no need to hunt. After the war, Hermione was against killing or even injuring another being. Therefore, after much experimentation, Hermione found that if she were to minimize her bloodlust to her fullest extent, having only blood pops to sustain her was enough. However, this new diet led Hermione to have eyes of the color blue, differing from the eyes of other vampires which were usually red or golden depending on their diet. Hermione guessed that this was because of the blood pops being made of dragons' blood, which was usually of the color blue. Nonetheless, she wasn't complaining much as she found that blue suited really her and also, she could never give up the delicious flavor of dragons' blood. It tasted of sweet caramel. Furthermore, her power had proven to be quite the miraculous life saver (literally) and because of her compromising diet and her special ability, Kingsley knew that Hermione could be trusted in Forks alone despite her being a new vampire. Also, being the legal age of 18, no one would question the absence of her guardians.
After landing at the airport in Seattle, Hermione had taken a taxi to the nearest car dealership, paying with the roll of American cash that she did not bother counting out, knowing it was much more than needed. Knowing nothing about cars, Hermione simply pointed at the nicest looking one, which was a grey Bentley Mulsanne according to the salesperson. When Hermione stated that she wished to buy it, the seller, who had been so obviously looking at her body, stared at her incredulously, telling her that it was a pretty expensive car and asking if she was sure that she could afford it, most likely because of how young she looked. Nonchalantly, Hermione took out her golden Gringotts card which allowed for wizarding money in Gringotts to be used in the muggle world. "There should be more than enough on this card. Now I believe it is your job to sell me this car, not question me." Hermione said calmly, however, there was a demanding and powerful tone in her voice, causing the salesperson to become quite flustered and quickly leave for the paperwork. Hermione, being a well renowned war hero as well as best friend of Harry Potter, one-third of the infamous Golden Trio, was given galleons upon galleons from the vaults of death eaters who were either dead or in Azkaban. She was also the recipient of thank you money from witches and wizards from all corners of the world along with the riches from wills of her dead friends. At that moment, the man had come back with the paperwork and handed it to her, seeming rather frightened. Hermione sighed; she was doing that a lot today. This is going to be a long day, she thought.
Hermione drove down a long, road-like driveway surrounded by a large expanse of well-kept grass and woods beyond it, glad to be out of the curious stares of the town's people. The road led to a beautiful, modern home of two floors and a basement. The front and back walls of the house were entirely glass, covered by laced curtains, while the sides were of white and cream colored stone. After looking at the limited choice of housing in the small town of Forks, Kingsley and Hermione both decided that this house would be most fitting because it was the most secluded with the forest surrounding the area and it was also furnished.
She stepped out onto the gravel driveway and walked up to the large white door that led into the dwelling. Hermione hesitated slightly before flinging the door open and appreciating the beautiful home. Upon entering, Hermione was met with a very large and spacious living room. A fire place was situated on the right side of the room and a TV was placed above it, two white couches sitting in front of the fire place, a coffee table between them. On the far left side of the room stood a black grand piano, a gift from Professor McGonagall. Through the glass wall that was on the opposite side of the room to where she was standing, Hermione could see that a door led out to an also furnished patio and a pool. To her left was a wide hallway which she promptly went through. Hermione entered each door, one being a closet, another a half bathroom, and the last a stairwell which she presumed led to the basement. She entered the basement to see that Kingsley had already apparated over and prepared her potions supplies. To her right were shelves upon shelves of ingredients while to her left stood six cauldrons. The place sort of reminded Hermione of Snape's classroom, just without the darkness and cold, dungeon-like feeling. At this Hermione sighed, Professor Snape. Dead Professor Snape. Hermione remembered how Harry had told both her and Ron about their seemingly heartless former professor's life. If she was still capable of tears, Hermione probably would have sobbed at the tragic story that was Professor Snape's life.
After climbing back up to the first floor and reaching the end of the hallway, Hermione was met with a beautifully modern kitchen with white marble countertops, mahogany cabinets and drawers, and a steel refrigerator. To the left was a grand staircase which led to the second floor. Upon reaching the top, Hermione noticed that there was another sitting room complete with a TV and a couch. To her right was a hallway which contained one half bathroom and two large guest bedrooms, each with their own full bathroom and closet. Upon reaching the largest master bedroom, which would be her own, Hermione gasped. The room was fully carpeted with a bright white carpet and on the other side of the room stood a large, round bed with completely white sheets. Across from the bed was a white desk with a large desktop and rather unnecessary muggle items and a vanity next to it. To her left were two doors. One containing a ginormous walk in closet filled with muggle clothes already bought for her by Kingsley, and the other containing possibly the most dazzling bathroom she had ever seen, complete with a shower, Jacuzzi bathtub, and a sink. On the other side of the room was a sliding glass door leading to a balcony filled with muggle and wizarding plants alike. How very…white, Hermione thought while looking at her room before raising a brow at the irony of it all. Here she was, a war veteran with the blood of her victims on her hands as possibly one of the most gruesome of all magical creatures, in the most pure and spotless looking room imaginable. It was as if the pureness of the room was mocking her, saying, we are absolutely clean while you are dirty. Dirty with the blood on your hands. Hermione contemplated whether she should change the room or not but soon decided against it.
After about an hour of searching through every nook and cranny of the house as well as marveling at every nook and cranny, Hermione began setting up wards around her house which kept other magical beings out as well as warn her if the being was a threat. She also set up the floo network in her fireplace before taking out her newly acquired cellphone that Harry had bought her before calling said man. Before leaving, she had promised to call as soon as she was situated and Hermione knew that if she did not keep her promise, Harry and the entire Weasley clan would most likely think she was dead. After about two rings, a loud voice she recognized to be Ron's picked up the phone. "Hermione!"
Hermione laughed at his excitement. "Ron!" She mimicked in the same tone he had used.
"Hold on, let me put you on speeder phone."
"I think you mean speaker phone, Ron." Hermione replied in her know-it-all tone.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Ron answered. Soon, various voices came shouting through the phone and Hermione had to move her ear in order to not be deafened by the noise, especially with her new vampire hearing.
"Oh be quiet all of you!" Molly demanded, silencing the crew. "Now, how are you Hermione? Is everything alright over there? Have you eaten yet? Oh how silly of me. Of course you haven't!"
Hermione laughed. "Molly, I am fine. No need to worry, I am perfectly situated and am just calling you all to tell you so. Everything is alright, well, except for all of the stares but I guess you can't expect anything else in a small town like this."
"If they give you-"
"Any trouble,"
"They'll hear-"
"From us." The twins said.
"Oh Hermione, I miss you!" Ginny yelled. "Ron misses you too!" At this, everyone laughed and Ron, Hermione guessed, most likely blushed. If she were capable, Hermione would have been quite red as well. Although they kissed in the chamber during the final battle, they both agreed that waiting for the chaos of Dolohov and being a newborn vampire to subside before actually trying to date would be a good idea. "You have to let me visit sometime!"
"I will, I will." Hermione replied. "Now, what are you lot up to?"
Harry was the one to answer this time. "Oh, we were just about to head out to help with the repairs at Hogwarts, but I'm sure we can be a few minutes late to talk to you."
"Oh, stop it! Don't let me hold you up," Hermione stated. "I was just about to head out for a walk anyway."
"Oh well then, if you say so. Bye, Hermione!" Said Harry and with that, everyone else sang a chorus of goodbyes as well before the line went dead. Shaking her head, Hermione quickly changed into a black hoodie and paired it with a pair of light washed skinny jeans and white converse. Pocketing her phone and placing her wand in her hidden wrist holster, she headed out for a calm walk in the woods. However, Hermione would soon learn that this walk would be anything but calm.